My friend's new girlfriend makes me extremely uncomfortable

My friend and I have been friends for nearly 16 years. He's the best friend I've ever had. He was there for me when my dad died, he was there for me when I got beat up by a bunch of guys who I had previously considered to be friends. He even helped me through my nastiest break up. I love him like a brother. <br><br>He met a new girl recently. She's from out of town and he met her at work. She's cute in a nerdy kind of way, I can see why he was immediately drawn to her. The problem is, I just don't like her. I find myself not wanting to hang out with him when she's around. I've just found her off-putting and, to be honest, she straight up creeps me out. <br><br>The first time I met her, I was hanging out at my friends place. She called and said she wanted to come over to give him some food. When she showed up, she had made chicken curry for him and had even packed a little dessert for him, a coconut cake. It was clear that she had a crush on him, but the way she was smiling at him just bothered me for some reason. I took my leave not long after she arrived, but before I did, she handed me a Tupperware container filled with coconut cake as well. I was shocked that she had made cake for me as well, but in the end, I just thanked her. <br><br>Driving home, the cake sat on the passenger seat. Every time I reached over to adjust the heat or check my rearview mirror, I could smell the coconut. It was overpowering. I considered just throwing it out, but then thought, *what if he's really into this girl? What if she's the one and I'm just ruining it by being rude to her?* I took a small nibble of it when I got home. It was awful, I didn't finish it and I ended up throwing it away. <br><br>I didn't see her again for a few weeks. My friend and I met up at a bar to watch the game and have a few drinks. He kept bringing her up throughout the night. I was starting to feel like I was in a relationship with her, not him. It felt as if he was only here because he had to be with me, but in reality he wanted to be with her.<br><br>After the game, we headed back to his place. I could tell straight away that she was there. I could smell the coconut as soon as I walked in the door. I asked him if she was there and he told me she wasn't. He said that he could smell it as well and thought maybe she had left some cookies or something last time she came over. We looked all over the house for the coconut smell and eventually thought maybe we were just going crazy. <br><br>We had a few more drinks and eventually I passed out on the couch. I had a strange dream. It felt extremely realistic, but I knew it was just a dream. I was sitting in my car, driving home from his place when I saw her standing on the sidewalk. She waved at me to pull over. In the dream, part of me wanted to just keep driving, but I pulled over anyway. She opened the door and sat down in the seat my cake had been on earlier in the day. She didn't say a word to me. She just opened her blouse and pulled down the cup of her bra. She had a large gash in her right breast, something that looked like it had been stitched closed a long time ago. She reached into the hole with her fingertips and pulled out a small piece of coconut cake, tied with a small blue string. She placed it on the seat next to her and then pulled her bra back over her breast before getting out of my car and walking away. I watched her in the rearview as she disappeared into thin air. <br><br>I woke up with a jolt. My friend was standing over me with a cup of coffee. I told him about my dream and he just laughed about it. I pressed him about the wound in my dream, asking him if he'd ever noticed or heard anything about something like that. He said he hadn't, but he'd ask her about it. <br><br>He texted me later that day, saying she had never had any surgery, let alone anything that would leave a scar like that. He did, however, say that she had made a little coconut cake, tied with a string of blue yarn, as a joke. I found it strange that she knew exactly what I dreamt about, but my friend said she had simply told him to tell me "you know what" when he gave it to me, which he took to be the piece of cake. He also said that she had specifically told him not to untie the yarn, so he hadn't. I told him I wanted to see the cake, so he brought it over. He was right, everything about the cake in the dream was exactly as it was in real life. <br><br>About a week later, my friend and I were heading to the beach for the day. He was going to pick me up at 10:00 in the morning. He texted me at 9 and said he was going to be late because he had to take care of something before he left. I decided to walk to a nearby coffee shop while I waited. When I got there, I saw his girlfriend. Or at least, I thought it was her. It looked like her, but her eyes had completely blacked out. I rubbed mine, thinking it was just the glare from the sun playing tricks on me. When I opened my eyes again, she was gone. I went inside for my coffee and then headed back home. I figured it was probably just a hallucination from not enough sleep. <br><br>My friend showed up at 12:00. He wasapologized profusely for being late. I moved past it and we headed to the beach. We sat down on the sand and started talking. I decided that today was the day I was going to tell him my issues with his new girlfriend. I told him about the cake and the dream and then the blacked out eyes at the coffee shop. Before I could finish, he interrupted me. He said we needed to go somewhere and talk. <br><br>We drove to a park in silence. We sat on a swing set and he told me that he knew everything that had happened. She had made the cake for me, hoping it would give her a window into my mind somehow. She told him she hadnt expected me to be so receptive but figured she'd take the chance. He then told me that when he had went to talk to her about the scar, she had opened up to him about everything. She wasn't from out of town, she had no idea where she was really from. She had no idea how old she was or how she became what she was. All she knew was that she had been born one day, in the body she was currently in, on a beach just like the one we had just left. She had always had some sort of powers, she didn't know how to explain it, other than she could make people see things that werent there and she could make herself look like whoever or whatever she wanted to. She told him she had been all over the world, doing all sorts of things. She had been a wife, a nurse, a teacher, and even a soldier. Wherever she went, she would always find a man and make him fall in love with her. In the end, she would always have to leave. She said that as much as she hated it, she was killing these men. Not maliciously, but she needed something from them and that was causing their deaths. <br><br>He asked her what she needed from him, or why she was telling him all of this when she could just make herself look different and he'd never know. She told him she wasn't leaving this time, she was going to stay with him forever and if that meant killing him then that's what she would have to do. She told him she had to let him see her for what she really was. He deserved that. He asked her what she looked like. She said it didn't matter what she looked like, what mattered was that she was telling him the truth. <br><br>I asked him what he meant by, "I knew everything that had happened." He told me that she had told him that she had been in my car that night and that she had made me smell the coconut at his place. <br><br>I asked him how he could still be with her, even after knowing that she was going to kill him. He just looked at me. I could see tears in his eyes as he said, "I would and have done anything for her. I will do anything to be with her." <br><br>We sat in silence for a few minutes. I eventually stood up and walked away. I haven't seen him since. <br><br>It's been 8 months. I haven't heard from him in 5. I can't help but wonder what happened to him. I can't help but hope he's okay. I just moved to a new city, to try and get on with my life. No matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to shake the feeling that she's still out there, somewhere, watching me.